Chapter 35. Playing Games

Keira’s POV

Papa was overjoyed to see that I came like I had promised I would earlier this morning. But I was not there to see him, per se. I was there as an excuse to see Clint, and it was totally worth it.

He was wearing white shorts that exposed his tanned, long legs and a blue shirt. Blue seemed to be his color. It was my favorite color. Clint was staring at me like he could read my mind, like he could tell I was there because of him.

And I was not even going to deny it.

“So, how is school, Keira?” Papa was asking as I dragged my attention away from Clint on the pitch.

“Lectures are a pain in the ass. But I am coping.”

“You know you can come to me if you have any problems, right?”

Even if the only problem I had right